It’s almost amusing how much you’ve convinced yourself that he cheated on you with me. News flash: he didn’t. I’m not a home wrecker. Nothing happened.
I get that you’re bitter about it but don’t be a shitty human just because you’re unhappy and need to justify your personal issues with yourself to your own self. Get a fucking life. Get the fuck over it. Move the fuck on.
Don’t make up bullshit just to feel better about yourself. Self-pity isn’t a cute look for anyone.